The sound of the wind sobbed across the battlefield.
Qin Tian and Dongfang Haoyue stood side by side on the willow branch. The dark, mysterious golden limbs under their feet gently undulated as if rhythmically breathing like a living creature.
Willow twigs still hung around, like thousands of suspended ancient spears, vigilantly aimed at the black-clad men below who had yet to leave. The light of blue-green continued to flow slowly through the canopy, resonating with the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Dongfang Haoyue.
Dongfang Haoyue slightly adjusted his breathing and asked solemnly, "Qin Tian, is Han Xu alright?"
"He's fine, I've already moved him to a safe place," Qin Tian nodded slightly.
"Good." Upon hearing this, Dongfang Haoyue finally let out a sigh of relief.
In fact, Han Xu was led away by the Stele Demon as part of a plan he had discussed with Qin Tian in advance.
